CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

Payton

THE SATURDAY BEFORE school started up again, Alex was wound up tighter than a spring. He’d agreed to attend Dallas and Macey’s annual New Year’s party the week before, but I think it was partly because pretty much every man, and a few women, were armed and able to defend me should anything happen. Lily was with my parents, still being guarded by two agents, so he “allowed” the outing.

The threat had not been “eliminated,” so he hadn’t slept the night before, concerned about being split between me and Lily. We’d looked at a couple of houses that week, but nothing really fit, so Gordon had suggested building. Our plan was to look at a couple of model homes in the area on Sunday.

After dinner, we spent time with Lily and then put her to bed. This gave us some precious time alone and we took drinks into the game room and sat down to talk.

“Can you take time off?” Alex asked.

“No, honey. I just had two weeks. Not to mention the time I took when Kris was in the hospital.” I stroked his cheek. “I’m fine, Alex. I’ll have an escort to and from school. Brock’s also spoken with the principal, so he knows I’ll be armed. My gun and holster are small, so no one else will know. I’m covered.”

He shook his head. “I don’t like you being up here without me.”

“Well, you can always stay here. I know it’s not the ideal situation, but Mom offered to watch Lily while we look for a preschool just in case you want to move sooner.”

“I don’t want to do that to your parents, babe.”

“Do you have a better plan?” I challenged.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Look, I get that you’re not used to taking help, but they’re offering. You’ve been around long enough to know that it’s not offered with strings. My parents do it because they love us. You too, honey. It’s unconditional.”

“I know.”

“So, let’s plan to hang up here for a while. Who knows? We could find a house tomorrow and then some real planning can happen and we’ll all feel more settled.” I sipped my wine. “Who’s with Kayla?”

“Buzz.”

I’d met Buzz at a club night… he had been one of Booker’s recruits but was now a full patch member.

“Well, she’s protected, I’m protected, Lily’s protected. We’re all covered and you don’t have to split yourself in two trying to juggle it all if you stay up here.”

He sipped his beer and stared at the wall.

“You have to let us love you, honey. We’re kind of rabid when people don’t.” One side of his mouth twitched up and I smiled.

“Salvation,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

He faced me, sliding his hand to my pulse. “You’re my salvation, Payton.”

“Honey, don’t say that,” I said. “Only God can be anyone’s salvation.”

“You light my path, then.” Alex smiled. “Never in a million years did I ever think I’d find someone who could love me… not the way you love me. You humble me.”

“I feel the same way about you, honey. I have never felt love the way you give it.” I leaned into his hand. “I’m just glad you feel at least a little of what I feel for you.”

He rose to his feet and took my wine. “Come with me.”

I didn’t hesitate, following him back to my room. Once inside, Alex set our drinks on my bureau and closed the door, locking it behind us. He stepped into my closet and pulled a box down from the ledge, setting it on the bed.

“I bought something for you.” Lifting a chain out of the box, he smiled. “These are nipple clamps. We can tighten them as we go or loosen them if it doesn’t work.”

I shivered. “I love it when you…”

He chuckled. “I know you do. Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll hurt you though. This means you have the power.”

I grinned and pulled off my shirt, unclasped my bra, and let them both fall to the floor. “Show me.”

“Fuck me,” he breathed. “I love how much you love sex.”

“I love sex with you. There’s a difference.”

He kissed me and then rolled my nipples between his fingers before securing each clamp and tightening the little screw. “How’s that?”

“More,” I said, my body already on fire.

He tightened them more and I groaned, reaching for his jeans and undoing the fly. I slid my hand under his boxer briefs and wrapped my hand around his already hardening cock. “Fuck me.”

“Let’s make this last a little, huh?” He tugged gently on the chain between the clamps and I shook my head, pushing my jeans and panties from my hips.

“Screw that,” I said, grabbing his hand and guiding it between my legs. “Feel.”

“Beautiful,” he whispered, and kissed me.

Lifting me onto the bed, he laid his palm to my chest and held me where he wanted me, kneeling between my legs and covering my core with his mouth. I squirmed against his mouth and he raised his head with a frown. “If you can’t stay still, I’m gonna tie you to the bed.”

I licked my lips, my breath leaving my body. “Tie me.”

His eyes widened and then he grinned, stepping off the bed, and heading back into my closet. He returned with two of my robe sashes and ran the end of one across my belly. “Head on the pillows, baby.”

I shifted so my head was up by the headboard.

“Slide down a bit.”

I slid down and he took a nipple, clamp and all, in his mouth. He pressed the clamp tighter with his teeth and I felt the heat pool between my legs. He tied one hand to the post and then the other. I was suddenly glad I hadn’t swapped the guest room bed with the one I’d bought when I’d moved in with Macey. My designer headboard wasn’t conducive to kinky sex. Something I’d need to think about for the future.

“Too tight?” he asked.

I shook my head, and he pushed off his jeans and knelt between my legs again. This time, he lifted my hips and slid into me, falling over me and covering my mouth with his. I wrapped my legs around him, the only way I could touch him.

He broke the kiss with a grin, sliding out of me and then in again slowly. “Put your right leg higher around my waist, I’m going to roll you slightly.”

I did as he directed and he tilted me enough that my arm wasn’t hyper-extended, but it opened my upper body a bit more to him. As he rocked into me, he tugged on the chain between my clamps and I hissed with need. He was going far too slow. I lifted my left leg so I could control my lower body and arched against him.

He tugged on the chain again, sending a shot of desire between my legs again. “Greedy pussy.”

“God, yes,” I breathed. “Please, baby, don’t go slow.”

He cupped my bottom and squeezed. “You want it harder?”

“Yes,” I panted.

He smacked me and I threw my head back with a sigh. For the next several minutes, he tugged, slapped, and drove into me while I came apart in his arms. He rolled me onto my back again and slammed into me over and over again, his final thrust combined with pulling the chain down and I shattered.